Han was a career chunin who had just barely managed to make it to his current rank. He was not overly talented, skilled, powerful or connected. He had few great accomplishments to his name, but neither were they any marks against him. However there were a few things that resulted in his promotion and current duties. Chief among them was that while his teaching style was not well suited for a class room, he had some small measure of teaching ability along with the joy of hammering the basics into the still soft skulls of idiots and brats that piss green.

Sure, there was more to it than that, but his own job was to make sure that the new recruits were not totally useless, understood how things worked and what they needed to do in order to improve and make the village strong. Instead of dying and feeding the trees. Granted as he pondered part of the female intake, that might be the easiest solution. Fucking fan girls were a disgrace to the profession. But, deep breaths, to not stray to the mist side of the chakra. Killing nominal comrades was wrong after all.

Besides, nature would take care of that for him, he could only hope in ways that leave as little collateral damage as possible. It was always annoying when they managed to take the competent (from their own side) down with them.

And then there were some of the other annoying brats. Those that had been on the elite track, but had decided to give that up in place of delaying their career. It was peacetime after all, in times of war they would not get that choice. But those elite kids... they had potential. They had a chance to be more, to be one of the greats, a big name... before they fucked up.

Now? Now they were just going to be the same as anyone else, promotion opportunities would be harder and the pay shittier. Still, it could be worse as he slapped another fucking idiot back down into the mud. "So. You may have forgotten in the academy, with the nice teachers willing to coddle your asses, but you signed up for the military. When a superior officer tells you to do something?" His eyes narrowed. "The only words out of your damn mouth had better be 'yes Chunin-sama, as ordered Chunin-sama!' as you fucking do it. Do I make myself clear genin?"

It was the one marked as trouble that spoke first, no fear, no unease in his tone. "Yes Chunin-sama, as ordered Chunin-sama!"

He snorted, because problems that could pretend to be respectful were always the most annoying until they gave him half a reason. Still, most of the 'orientation' period was simple as they were shown around the training grounds and run through some basic exercises, informed when the various classes would be held and shown the procedure for doing missions. Not that they would be doing any missions soon.

No, it was time to beat a semblance of the basics into them along with the fear of the Kami's chosen representative on this world after the Hokage, at least as far as the recruits were concerned. And if there were a few that had been mentioned would serve wonderfully as the examples and training dummies for the rest of them, as implied in the notes and a few veiled comments he just so happened to overhear? There were usually one or two that were needed each intake anyway, so two Iwa with one kunai and all that.

Matto

You know, I had massively underestimated just how bad the boot camp portion of things would be. Granted, it could have just been how the head of the camp singled me out, making sure that I served as what amounted to being a punching bag for all involved. Literally actually, though he could not volunteer me for those lessons that Might Guy taught. Because as it turns out? Despite being a jonin, the God of Taijutsu (not that he was acknowledged as that yet) was an earnest and joyful man who was eager to teach and pass along the basics of unarmed combat. Still, he came by three times a week to give pointers.

Along with a Kurama clan member that came by to 'teach' us by practicing his illusions on us, well, at least we got some genjutsu training, so upsides? Yay? And again, I was fairly sure that I was being singled out. Lots of interesting ideas on the one hand, so there was that at least. But the boot camp was over, and it was now time to take my first mission. And here was the 'fun' thing. Apparently the story of how I had deliberately failed a jonin sensei test to get into the genin corps had spread.

Which caused no small amount of annoyance and resentment, as apparently I had the chance they all wanted and threw it away. Worse, I did it in a way that harmed my comrades/teammates, so who could really trust me/wanted to be on the same team as me? And a chunin was not going to supervise a single genin, not when they would only get paid for a squad. Meaning that yes, I could in fact still do the D ranks, I would have to do them on my own, in the time required.

And the available pool of missions? Mostly things like trash clean up, both on land and in the rivers and lakes, cleaning up training grounds, cleaning septic tanks and the sewers... basically, I was being given the literal shit jobs. With of course the occasional thing like helping to clear a farmers field. All of which were easier to deal with than you would think. Chakra strings were both a control exercise and a lovely means of extending ones reach, and just as chakra could enhance my sense of smell?

Learning how to dull it was useful as fuck. That said... I did not need many missions, as I had my hut in the woods with its garden and crops. Which actually brought me to testing a fandom technique, even before I looked into seals.

Uchiha Sartara

On the one hand, she was fairly sure that she was not going to find anything on her 'routine inspection' of the kids place. This was not because of any goodness in her heart or belief in her fellow Shinobi of the leaf... but rather because the kid was a willing hermit who barely bought anything aside from some training aids, scrolls, and rarely some seeds.

His clothes and gear were home made and crap for the most part, but impressive in that self reliant sort of way. Hell, that extended to his actual home as well. It was not very secure, not at a quick glance, and had all the signs of having been made at least partially with earth manipulation, but was still a round pit with a stone ring around the ground level and dirt covered branch weave for the cone above ground, some bushes actually growing out of the structure. If you didn't know the signs to look for, it would be just a somewhat out of place mound in the woods.

Even the garden around it was all trees, bushes and plants that looked like they had gone to seed, despite the fact that everything she saw was either medical or edible. It was, on second thought, a bit more put together than a failure should be... but whatever. The chief had told her to do an inspection while looking annoyed, some indications that pressure was placed on him to put pressure on the target. And then she spotted the target.

Dancing between branches of some of the larger trees (more like gliding), balls of lightening on his brow and above the back of his hands and arches of his feet, mist in place of clothes, some shifting indicating that there was a layer of water sticking to him, even as he held fans of fire, shifting lights that sparked longing and fear in her heart be behind him as he moved. Her eyes activated, as she enjoyed the show. She would make sure to have that inspection be hands on and through. After all, this was quite a bit beyond what a genin should be capable of.